Next time

Next time I fall in love
I'll make sure
to kiss my lover
on the wrists
at the inside of his elbows
the soft space behind his knees
the hollow of his neck.

Next time I fall in love
I'll trace my lover's skin
with moans and sighs
and make a mental record
of the way he tilts his head
the sound of his voice
his moans
his laughs
the grip of his hands on my skin.

I'll make a mental note
to create as many memories
of my lover
next time I fall in love,
lest I be left alone
with only imaginary scenarios
in my head.

Self-destructive

I've been doing
some research
lately.
Apparently
I have
most
of the traits
of self-destructive
people.

Maybe
I'm just always looking
for new reasons
to drown
myself.

Afraid

I'm afraid
that the next time I see you
after months
and months
after a year
my first thought
will be
    
     where did
        
           all the tenderness

                  go?

Faded.

I used to be
so deathly scared
of you fading.
Looking back
I don't understand
what it was that I was afraid of.
Now I can barely remember
the shine in your eyes.
I try,
but I can barely care.
My organsim
has lost
the capacity
of you.

Poem of a late night bus ride

Everytime
I'd feel them
rolling down my cheeks
I'd tell myself
"It's
the tiredness."

Dedications

It doesn't make me
sad anymore
but the fact is
- and I can't
help
but think about it -
that people get singers
to make public
dedications to their loved ones
and I
couldn't get you to
talk
to me.

Ours is just a story
that will never turn into a song
because there is no story,
only moments,
barely long enough,
to have their own
soundtrack.

Faded

I see people
falling in love
and sometimes
it doesn't hurt
anymore.

     You've faded.

     And I finally let you

     do that.